Long ago, way before I developed neurofibromatosis, I wanted to be a psychologist to help people. I just wanted to help people with no concern about the salary. Later in my teens, I considered majoring in social work in college and serve the community humbly. I knew pay would not be much. I would be happy and contented with modest living.
Then my genetic condition caused me to lose my physical abilities gradually and had to make use of any abilities I have left like when I lost my hearing, I learned to write better. When my body became more restricted, I learned to be patient and gentle like an ideal social worker. When my left vocal chord became paralyzed and my throat muscles weakened, I learned to speak succinctly and movingly with a few words.
So happens, as my physical abilities diminished, I became an uncommon person with uncommon abilities that garners attention, support, and contributions.
Some of my friends think I am an entrepreneurial and smart in making money.
It is not so. I am not doing what I am doing for money’s sake.
I am just an uncommon person, making whatever I do uncommon too.
If I did not have neurofibromatosis, I would be contented with humble living, humble and ordinary living.